A few months later I was called into court to testify in his trial. I sat in the courtroom, 15 feet from him.
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I looked directly at the judge or the prosecutor through my testimony.
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I couldn’t bring myself to look my abuser in the eye as I told all of these strangers what he put me through.
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Sitting on that stand, I had an epiphany. I had taken on all of this shame. I was still acting as though I was dirty, wrong, and broken
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I felt like my voice was growing from a whisper to a roar. This wasn’t my fault. It is his. His is the blame. His is the shame.
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On that day, on that stand, I found my voice. I realized for the first time in my life that there was nothing wrong with me.
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“Beyond the darkness into light is a warrior breaking free.” - ZenPencils
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He was guilty and everyone knew it. We had three hours of his own words to nail his coffin shut.
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The judge gave him the maximum sentence.
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Later that day I drove to my favorite beach to clear my mind. A beautiful wind storm had whipped up the waves. I sat on the rocks a while.
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That's a strong story. I'm glad it ended the way it did.
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